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Chapter 173 Chip Embassy

coffee shop.

The Black man and the white girl sat together and talked for a long time, about books and music—the Black man liked to read, and the white girl dreamed of becoming a singer, even handing him her own recording.

Neither of them discriminated against each other because of their skin color or profession, and the atmosphere of their conversation was very pleasant. Such a scene is almost impossible to see in Detroit's East Side.

The girl noticed that the black man didn't have a wedding ring, so she assumed he was single. After asking him, she learned that his wife had left.

“I’ve met many widowers, but your eyes are different. They’re not sad, just a little lost.”

The girl's words revealed the deepest pain point for Black people.

The black man's eyes flickered.

As a CIA secret agent, or rather, a killing machine for the government, his mission is to kill. He is more numb than a professional assassin, acting without reason, only following orders, and he doesn't even know why the government wants to kill the target.

Over time, they grew tired of this kind of life.

He faked his death, escaped, went into seclusion, and habitually helped his neighbors and friends in an attempt to make amends for the mistakes he had made.

But they have not yet been saved.

He glanced at the book "The Old Man and the Sea" in his hand and realized that he was not the old man, but the struggling fish.

He put down his book, picked up the record, and earnestly advised the little girl before him who clearly harbored dreams but had gone astray:

"I believe you can be anyone. People can be destroyed but not defeated."

SSR Club.

The talks came to a close, with Tony the Fat ultimately acting as a mediator to resolve the conflict between the Lucchese and Patriaca families.

In Tony's opinion, this was no big deal. So what if he was kicked out of the Bronx for drug trafficking? It was two years ago, and there hadn't been any further conflict between the two sides. He believed that the other family would be able to make peace because of the money they could make from the cooperation.

But Luca wasn't entirely counting on the negotiations to succeed. If Abram couldn't reach an agreement with the Russians, and Fat Tony's negotiations with the Boston Mafia also failed, then Luca would have to start other plans.

—Find the Irish gang in South Boston.

The game of double agents has begun, and Boston is about to become even more exciting.

Moreover, the South District isn't just home to the Winter Mountain Gang; there's also the Keeling Gang, the Mullin Gang, and so on—all Irish gangs. These groups are constantly fighting over territory and business in the South District.

Luca was able to take over Detroit's East Side, and he also planned to take over Boston's South Side, just waiting to see which trustworthy puppet would be put in power.

The double undercover operation is quite good—according to Luca's plan, these two undercover agents should simply not go back; they should remain completely innocent or completely treacherous.

At least the undercover police officer genuinely wanted to "clear his name" and appear as a good person on the surface.

Luca, an undercover agent within the gang, is figuring out how to proceed; this guy really wants to regain his police identity.
As Tony was leaving, he said to Luca, "The Patriaca family is a bit unusual; they have two factions, making them seem like two separate families."

These weren't two factions created by a civil war, but rather the Patriaca family moved their headquarters from Boston to neighboring Rhode Island, settling in the capital, Providence, while leaving a significant number of people in Boston.

The consequence of doing this is: division.

On the surface, they are still one family, but the seeds of division have already been sown.

So Luca thinks this family is a bit second-rate; they can't seem to get along. It's not a big family to begin with, and now they're splitting up. Before the split, it was quite a large family.

Tony: "The people you're at odds with are the Angelo faction in Boston—you could call them the Angelo family, of course. Anyway, I'll have a good talk with Angelo. You can wait for my good news in New York."

Luca knew what was going on and said with a smile, "Tony, I trust your mediation skills. For the sake of all our business, I'll prepare a party at the club for your return."

Tony looked at him with admiration. "Luca, leave this to me."

Following Luca can really make money, just like this "Rebuilding Detroit" project, where every family involved will make a fortune.

Tony was happy to make money with Luca.

[Bond: Friends]

[“Gang Mediation” Unlocked]

Tony: C

[Gang mediation: When a gang meeting is held, the hostility between the two parties is reduced by 10%, and the success rate of reconciliation is forcibly increased by 10% when the mediator is mediating the conflict between them.]

[Skill Fragment -50]

[Skill added]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 80]

Luca glanced at the panel. He had finally managed to save up a few hundred fragments and learn a few minor skills, but now he only had a few left.

This peacemaker-specific skill is very suitable for Luca, but the value is not high. Luca thinks it depends on who is the peacemaker; the deterrent effect of their status is far more effective than this 10% bonus.

Once I rise to power, with all these buffs stacked up and the added intimidation of my status, even those who disobey will have no choice but to obey.

Over the next few days, Luca patiently awaited news from Abram and Fat Tony, while also having Lyon closely monitor the gang warfare in Boston's South Side.

To the north is Italian territory, controlled by a single family, and it's relatively peaceful. To the south, several Irish gangs are locked in fierce fighting, and occasionally Chinese gangs can be seen among them.

Just then, Luca received news from David and his two companions, but instead of news from them, he received news from them.

"Old Pigeon!"

David and his group rushed to the club that day, carrying some intelligence, to discuss the matter in detail with Luca. "During our investigation these past few days, we discovered that the Chinatown Triads have close ties with an official from the Chinese Embassy."

As David spoke, he pulled out several photos, including those of Triad members and the Chinese official.

—According to their investigation, Chinese gangs in New York and Boston have been in close contact recently, including this Chinese official.

However, the trio had no idea what the other party was plotting.

McLean asked in bewilderment, "How did people from the Chinese Embassy get involved? Don't those people usually not have much contact with gangsters?"

Denham said, "It's not surprising. The Chinese Chamber of Commerce members are all legitimate Chinese businessmen on the surface, so it's perfectly normal for them to contact the embassy."

The official in question has a rather special status; he is a Chinese citizen who works at the Chinese embassy but is not an immigrant.

Luca picked up the photo and glanced at it; apart from Mr. Wei, he didn't recognize any of the others.

The Chinese official had no recollection of that either.

The official, the Chinese gangster, and Boston's Luca seemed to realize something. "The headquarters of the Chinese Embassy in the United States is in Washington, right?" Denham explained, "The headquarters is in Washington, D.C., and there's also a consulate general in New York, covering the northeastern United States."

China has several consulates in the United States, including Washington, New York, Chicago, and Los Angeles, each with a different consular district.

There is no consulate in Boston; it falls under the consular district of the New York consulate.

After listening to Denham's explanation, and combining it with the recent intelligence, Luca's eyes flashed with understanding.

Oh, so you want to buy American chips from the black market?
In the original storyline of Infernal Affairs, the Irish Winter Mountain Gang stole a chip developed by a Boston technology company. This chip could be used in military missiles, and the Winter Mountain Gang then sold it to the Chinese. It was this underground transaction that made both the Winter Mountain Gang and the Boston police realize that there was a mole planted by the enemy within their ranks.

This marked the beginning of a major internal power struggle.

But the problem is, how could the Winter Mountain Gang be so kind? The leader of the Winter Mountain Gang is an FBI informant, and the Boston FBI might know about this. How could they possibly sell chips to promote "US-China relations"?
In the end, the Dongshan gang received 100 million yuan, but gave the Chinese a box of counterfeit goods. When the Chinese tried to take the goods overseas, they were caught red-handed.

That means that box of goods was counterfeit; otherwise, things might have gotten much worse.

As for who the genuine products were sold to?

Given the Winter Mountain Gang leader's double agent, greedy, and shameless nature, he certainly wouldn't hand him over to the FBI; he'd probably sell him to someone else for money.

Luca had a better idea of ​​what was going on; it seemed he would have to make a trip to Boston beforehand to get his hands on the real chips.

The Winter Mountain Gang wouldn't dare disrespect the Mafia.
Once we get the chips, won't we have the conditions to negotiate smuggling with the Chinese?
Luca was just smuggling cars from Detroit, not drug trafficking. I believe the other party is willing to foster cooperation and even communicate with the Triads for those chips.

No matter how you look at it, the Triads in New York's Chinatown originated from Hong Kong, and the Hong Kong Triads' high table should have a place there.

As he was pondering this, McLean said, "They must be trying to smuggle drugs from Boston. These Chinese gangs are going too far by dragging the embassy into this."

Luca: "."

That's unlikely. The embassy wouldn't stoop to drug trafficking; chips are far more important than drugs.

Denham frowned: "This is a bit sensitive, Pigeon. Why don't you stay out of it in Boston? I'll report this to my superiors."

"and many more."

Luca raised his hand. "Leave this to me. Doesn't the Boston FBI ignore your New York branch? I'll teach them a lesson for you."

Denham was taken aback: "Actually... well, old pigeon, what do you want to do?"

Luca smiled and said, "Of course, peace is the most important thing."

Boston Police Department.

A meeting is being held within the police department regarding the recent theft of 20 microprocessors manufactured by the "Miss Corporation".

Detailed case information appeared on the big screen, such as the thief being assassinated after stealing the chip, the thief's father being a former member of an Irish gang, and the police having informants.

A series of clues pointed to the Winter Mountain Gang—whose leader was "Frank Costello."

"Costro is preparing to sell the processors to China. We can't miss this opportunity to sell the stolen goods; it's a good chance to catch Costro."

Upon hearing this, Colin Sullivan, sitting at the conference table, perked up his ears and listened carefully to the police's arrangements, preparing to secretly pass the message to Costello after the meeting ended.

As an undercover agent, Colin knew very well that even if he didn't bring it up, Costello would call and ask him.

That old guy is very cautious when he does these things; he definitely needs to know the police's movements.

Colin thought to himself, this is where his "value" lies.

Returning to the operation, Colin couldn't help but wonder how the police knew so much about their boss's plan to sell to the Chinese.
Just as he was wondering, a policeman next to him asked the question for him: "If you can provide us with more information, we can keep a closer eye on you. Do you have an undercover agent among Costello's men?"

Everyone turned their attention to the meeting's host, a man named Officer Dickman, who was responsible for liaising with the police's undercover agents.

Colin looked at the other person with curiosity.

As the most foul-mouthed officer in the entire police department, whose every word was filled with "fuck," Dickman stared at the person asking the question with a mocking expression. "Maybe, maybe not, maybe you'll fucking die. I train undercover agents like mushrooms, feeding them shit and then keeping them in the shadows."

Dickman refused to reveal any information about the undercover agent.

at the same time.

A black Cadillac drove into the South Side of Boston. Brian drove while carefully observing Night Demon, who was beside him. This time, Night Demon had come to Boston without Ah Qiang, but with Night Demon, the god of death.

Something is not right.

Are they about to wreak havoc in Boston?
"Old Pigeon," Brian glanced back at Luca in the back row, "Isn't Ah-Qiang coming over?"

"Ah Qiang, he and Uncle Biao went to Chinatown for some business."

Luca looked out the window at the street and the buildings on both sides.

He asked Brian with a smile, "Brian, have you ever been up to the rooftop?"

Brian looked puzzled: "Why would I go up to the rooftop for no reason?"

"You're an undercover agent, right? Boston's undercover agents have inherited the fine tradition of going to the rooftop." Luca said leisurely, "I've heard that the police here like to go to the rooftop."

Brian looked completely bewildered, feeling that the old pigeon was mocking and subtly criticizing him.

A moment later, the car stopped outside a restaurant.

A clumsy thug stood at the door. Luca glanced over and a panel popped up in front of him: Brian, this is your colleague.

[Rare Card Discovered: Billy Costigan]

[Billy: A]

[Source: The Departed]

[Skills: Gangster Disguise; Infernal Hell]

[Bond: Strangers]

Upon seeing the skill, Luca was stunned. It was the first time he had seen the same skill appear on two different people. Colin also had the skill "Hell Without End".

Luca glanced at the skill description and felt a chill run down his spine.

This is a "pseudo-divine skill," and it can be learned simply by having a close friend as a bond.

(End of this chapter)